He could not sleep

In the dream,

So he wandered,

Without moving

Room to room,

Worrying details,

While obliquely


His traces.


Until like a flower’s

Augury For love’s

True answer, he strips

Off the flavors

Of the dying night,

And stands barren,

Without possibility

Within the omnipresent

Never-ending day.


(November 1, 2018)


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